The Huron Expositor, 1923-03-02, Page 716
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IJS p.a. 2814-12
DR. F. J. R. FORSTER
Eye, Ear. Nose and Throat
Graduate in Medicine, University of
Toronto.
Xedef assistant New York Ophthal
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IN THE
Clearing
By
IRWIN(i BACHELLEB
touzle him if I /Meted—he's toe much
of roan. If you're *cared a' the
troy' you slue' know that Amos is
e
10. .Qv'iw shook his head with
anger and t the floor with the eitd
o:` his
canis.
"Nobody knows anything o' the
kind, 'Baynes," said. Mr. I)bnkelber'g.
;{ "Of course Amos ever thought '0'
killing anybody. Ife's a be,r'mlasii
,I kind of a boy. I ,moor him a'eU and
so do you. Tae only-thilpg that any-.
body ever heard agetnst him la that
hp's a little lazy. Under the afraid
cir-
cumstances Mr. ms w 'Is
that Bart's story will make it dif-
, ficult for Amos to pprove his mao-
cenco.\ Just think at : it. That boy
was lost and wandering around in
the woods at the time o' the murder.
Al to that 'scar, Amos says that he
ran into a stub when he was going
through a thicket in the night."
Uncle Peabody shook his head. with
a look of firmness.
Again Grimshaw laughed between
his teeth es he looked at my uncle.
In hie view every man had his price.
"1 see that I'm t{�i�e mouse an' you're
the cat," he resurtied, as that curious
laugh rattled in 7(( his throat. "Look
a' here, Baynes, I'll tell ye what I'll
de I'll cancel the hull mortgage."
Again Uncle Peabody rose from his
chair With a look in his face which I
have never forgotten. How his voice
rang out!
"No, sir!" he shouted so loudly that
we all jumped to our feet and Aunt'
Deel covered her face with her apron
and began to cry. It was• like the
explosion of a blast. Then the frag-
ments began falling with a loud
crash:
"NO, SIR! YE CAN'T BUY THE
NAIL ON MY LITTLE FINGER Olt
HIS WITH ALL 'TER MONEY—.
DAMN YOU!"
It was like the shout of Israel from
the top of the mountains. She»
bounced into the house with hair on
end and the chickens cackled and the
cid rooster clapped his wings and
cro ved with all the power of his
lungs. Every member of that little
group stood stock-still and breathless.
I trembled with a, fear I could not
have defined. Quick relief came when
straightway, my uncle went out of
the room and stood on the stoop, back
toward us, and blew his nose vigor-
ously with his big red handkerchief.
H' stood still looking down and wip-
ing his eyes. Mr. Grimshaw shuffled
out of the door, his cane rapping the
floor as if his arm had been stricken
with palsy in a moment.
Mr. Dunkelberg turned to my aunt,
his face scarlet, and muttered an apol-
ogy for the disturbance and followed
the money -lender.
1 remember that my own eyes were
wet as I went to my aunt and kissed
her. She kissed me—a rare thing
for her to do—and whispered brok-
enly but with a smile: "We'll go
down to the poorhouse together, Bart,
but we'll go honest."
"Come on, Bart," Uncle Peabody
called cheerfully, as he walked to-
ward the barnyard. "Le's go an' git
in them but'nuts."
He paid no attention to our visi-
tors—neither did my aunt, who fol-
lowed us. The two men talked w-
gether a moment, unhitched their
horses, got into their buggies and
drove away. The great red rooster
bad stood on the fence eying them.
As they turned their horses and drove
slowly toward the gate, he clapped
his wings and crowed lustily.
"Give it to 'em, of Dick," said Uncle
Peabody with a clap of his hands.
"1 ei1 'em what ye think of 'em."
At last the Dunkelbergs had fallen
—the legendary, incomparable Dun-
keibergs!
"Wal, I'm surprised at Mr. Horace
Dunkelberg tryin' to come it over us
like that—,ayes! I be," said Aunt
Desk
"Wa'al, I ain't," said Uncle Pea-
body. "01' Grimshaw has got him
under his thumb—that's what's the
natter. You'll find he's up to his ears
in debt to Grimshaw—prob'ly."
As we followed him toward the
house, he pushing the wheelbarrow
loaded with sacks of nuts, he added:
"At last Grimshaw has found some -
thin' that he can't buy an' he's awful
sbrprised. Too bad he didn't learn
that lesson long ago."
He stopped his wheelbarrow by the
steps and we sat down together on
the edge of the stoop as he added:
"1 got mad—they kep' pickin' on
me so—I'm sorry, but I couldn't help
it. We'll start up ag'in somewheres
if we have to. There's a good many
days' work in me yet."
As we carried the bags to the attic
room I thought of the lodestone and
the compass and knew that Mr.
Wright had foreseen what was likely
to happen. When we came down
Uncle Peabody said to me:
"Do you remember what you read
out of a book one night about-sa, man
sellin' his honor?"
"Yes," I answered. "It's one o'
tl:e books that Mr. Wright gave us."
"It's somethin' purty common
sense," he remarked, "an' we stop-
ped and talked it over. I wish you'd
git the book an' read it now."
I found the book and read aloud
the following passage:
♦.
(Continued from Mit week.)
"Good day," he aaidf once and for
all, as he came in at the open door.
"baynes, ,I want to have a talk With
you and the boy."
I remember how each intake of his
breath hissed through his 1i as ho
sat down. How worn and fad were
his clothes and hat, which was still
oe his head! The lines on his rugged
brow and cheeks were 'deeper than
ever.
"Tell me what you know about that
ins der," he demanded.
"Wal, I had some business over to!
Ptatt'hurg," my uncle began. "While I
v • ;nee I thought I'd go and see
Angi_. So I drove out to Beekman's
fare. Thc'y told mo that Amos had
left there after workin' four days.
they ga're him fourteen shillin's an'
guise to take the stage in the
,not sin'. He left some time in the
4,4g},; se Look Beekman's rifle with
they -said. There was a piece
o' wood broke out o' the stock o' the
rifle. That was the kind o' gun that
lees '-ccd in the murder."
It onrprised me that my uncle
knew all this. He had said nothing
te, me of his journey or its result.
• "How do you know?" snapped Mr.
Grimshaw.
"This boy see it plain. It Was a
gun with a piece o' wood broke out
o' the stock."
"Is that so?" was the Brusque de-
mand of the money lender as he
turned to me.
"Yes, is," I answered.
"The boy lies " he snapped, and
turning to my uncle added: i"Yer
mac' 'cause I'm tryin' to make ye pay
yer h"tnest debts—ain't ye now?"
We were stunned by this quick at-
tack. Uncle Peabody rose suddenly
and sat down again. Mr. Grimshaw
looked at him with a strange smilo
and a taunting devilish laugh cane
cut of his open lips.
Uncle Peabody, keeping his temper.
shook hit head and calmly said: "No
I ain't anything ag'in' you or Amos
lint it's got to be so that a man can
travel the roads o' this town without
gettin' his head blowed off."
Mr. Dunkelberg jumped into the
breach then, saying:
"I told Mr. Grimshaw that you
hadn't any grudge against him or his
boy and that I knew you'd do what
yon could to help in this matter."
"01' course I'll help in any way 1
can," my uncle answered. "I couldn't
harm him if I tried—not if he's in -
recent. All he's got to do is to prove
where he was that night."
"Suppose he was lost in the
woods?" Mr. Dunkelberg asked.
"The truth wouldn't harm him any,"
my untie insisted. "Them tracks
wouldn't fit his boots an' they'd have
to."
Mr. Dtinkelberg turned to me and
asked:
"Are you sure that the stock of the
gun yon saw was broken?"
"Yes, sir—and I'm almost sure it
was Amos that ran away with it."
"Why?„
"1 picked up a stone and threw it
at him and it grazed the left side of
his face, and the other night I saw
the scar it made."!
My aunt and uncle and Mr. Dunk-
elberg moved with astonishment as I
spoke of the scar. Mr. Grimshaw,
with keen eyes fixed upon me, gave
a little grunt of incredulity.
,'Huh!—Liar!" he muttered.
"1 am not a liar," I declared with
indignation, whereupon my aunt an-
grily stirred the fire in the stove and.
Uncle Peabody put his hand on my
aerie and said:
"Hush, Bart! Keep your temper.
sun."
"If you -tell these things you may
he the means of sending an innocent
bcy to his death," Mr.' Dunkelberg
said to me. "I wouldn't bo too sure
about 'en) if I were you. It's so
easy to be mistaken. You couldn't
be sure in the dusk that the stone
really hit him, could you?"
1 answered: "Yes, sir—I saw the
stone hit and I saw him put his hand
on the place while he was running.
I guess it hurt him some."
"Look a' here, Baynes," Mr. Grim-
shaw began in that familiar scolding
tone of his. "I know what you want
an' we night jest as well git right
down to business first as last. You
keep this boy still an' I'll give ye
n e years
Aunt Deel gave a gasp and quickly
covered her mouth with her hand.
Uncle Peabody changed color as he
ro^e from his chair with a strange
look on his face. Iie swung his big
right hand in the air as he said:
"By the eternel jumpin'—"
He stopped, pulled down the left
sleeve of his flanneshirt and walk-
ed to the water paiil and drank out
of the dipper.
"The tinges are hard," -Grimshaw
resumed in a milder tone. "These
days the rich men dunno what's a-
ccmin' to 'em. If you don't have no
ii terest to pay you ought to git along
• coley an' give this boy the eddication
of a Sile Wright.
Thera was that in his tone and face
which indicated that in his opinion
Site had more "eddication" than any
mar needed.
"Say, Mr. Grimshaw, I'm awful
sorry for ye," said my uncle as he
returned to his chair, "but I've al-
ways learnt this boy to tell the truth
SM. the hull truth. I know the dan-
ger I'm in. We're gettin' old. It'll
he hard to start over ag'in an' you
can ruin us if ye want to an' I'm es
seared o' ye- as a mouse in a cat's
paw, but this boy has got to tell the
troth right out plain. I couldn't
"Honor is a strange commodity. It
can not he divided and sold in part.
All dr none pis the rule of the mar-
ket. While it can he sold in a way.
it ran not be truly bought. It van-
ishes in the transfer of its title and
is • no more. lith:) seeks to buy it
gains only loss. It is the one thing
which distinguishes manhood from
property. Who sells his honor sells
his manhood and becomes simply a
thing of meat and blood and bones-,
a thing to he watched and driven and
cudgelled like the ox—for he has sold
that he can not buy, not if all the
riches in the world were his."
A little silence followed the words.
Look to Your Eyes
Beautiful Eyes, like fine
Teeth, ore the result of C'onot:tnt
Cate. The daily u::' "f Murine
motes Eyes Clear and R: dint.
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Then Uncle Peabody said:
"'That's the kind o' stuff in our
granary. We've sheen reaptn' itout
.0' the books Mih;':..Grimahaw scolded
about, a little an' a little there
for years, an' .,knew K vow good'
wheat. If he. 'hooka like that ui
his hoose niebbi os would 'a' been
dil fcrent. Am', .d 'a' been different.
He weunldn't 'a' • iged to Bolles . be%
tr}•�in' to Buuy our honor like you'd buy
a how"'
ek
"Oh, destrt" Aunt Deel exclaimed
wearily, with her, binds over her eyes;
"a boy has• tto hit „ somethin' besides
pigs au' cattle an' threats an' stones
air hose dun an' cow manure to
take up his 14nd.
Unolt, Peabody voiced my own feel-
ing when he said: •
I feel sorry, awful sorry, for that
bey „
We epent'a silent afternoon gath-
ering apples. After supper we play-
ed Old Sledge and my uncle had hard
work to keep us in good countenance.
We went to bed early and I lay long
hearing the -autumn wind in the'pop-
ple leaves and thinking of that great
thing which had grown strong with-
in us, little by little, in the candle-
light.
CHAPTER XI
A Party and—My Fourth Peril?
"A dead fish can swim down stream
but only a live one can swim up it,"
said Uncle Peabody as we rode to •
ward the village together. We had
been talking of that strong current
of evil which had tried to carry us
along with it. I understood him per-
fectly.
It was a rainy Sunday. In the
middle of the afternoon Uncle Pea-
bcdy and I had set out in our spring
boggy with the family umbrella a
faded but sacred implement, always
carefully dried, after using, and hung
in the clothes press. I remember
that its folded skirt was as big a-
round as my coat sleeve and that
Uncle Peabody -always grasped it in
the middle, with hand about its waist
in a way of speaking, when he car-
ried it after•ii shower. The rain came
on again and with such violence that
w:' were drenched to the skin in spite
of the umbrella. It was still raining
when we arrived "at the familiar door
in Achery Lane. Uncle Peabody
wouldn't stop.
"Water never scares a live fish,"
he declared with a chuckle as he turn-
ed around. "Good -by, Bart." ,
He hurried away. We pioneers
reiely stopped or even turned out for
the weather. Uncle Peabody used to
sr.y that the way to get sick was to
.change your clothes every time you
got wet. °It was growing dusk and I
felt sorry for him.;
"Come in," said the voice of the
schoolmaster a't the door. "There's
good weather under this roof."
He saw my plig�j;„ ass I entered.
"I'm like a shaggy dog that's been
in swimming," I said._ '
"Upon my word, boy, we're in
luck," remarked the schoolmaster.
I Iooked up at him.
"Michael Henry's clothes!—sure,
they're just the thing for you!"
"Will they go on me?" I asked, for,
being large of my age, I had acquir-
an habitual shyness of things that
were too small for me, and things,
toe, had seemed to have got the habit
of being too small.
"As easily as Nick Tubb goes on
a spree, and far more becoming, for
I do not think a spree ever _looks
worse than when Tubbs is on it.
Corte with me."
I followed him up -stairs, wonder-
ing how it had happened that Michael
Henry had clothes.
He took me into his room and
brought some handsome soft clothes
out of a press with .shirt, socks ami
boots to match.
"There, my laddie buck," said he,
"Fut them on."
"These will soon dry on me," I
sats.
"Put them on—ye laggard! Michael
henry told zne to give them to you.
It's the birthday night o' little Ruth,
my boy. There's a pig cake with
candles and chicken pie and jellied
cookies and all the like o' that. Put
them on. A wet boy at the feast
would dampen the whole proceedings.
I put them 00 and with a great
ease of relief and comfort. They
were an admirable fit—too perfect
for an accident, although at the time
I though• only of their grandeur as I
stood surveying myself in the look-
ing -glass. They were of blue cloth
and I saw that they went well with
my blond hair and light skin. I was
putting on my collar and necktie when
Racket returned.
" ` bless yt , boy," said he.
`"There's not a boor in the township
whose coat and trousers are a better
fit. Sure if ye had on a beaver hat
ye'd look like a lawyer or a states-
man. Boy! Hon delighted Michael
Henry will he! tome on now. The
table is spread end the feast is
waiting. Mind ye, give a gond clap
when I come in with the guest."
We went belew end the table was
very grand with its great frosted
cake and its candles, in shiny brass
sticks, and its jt.11ies and preserves
with the gleam of polished pewter
among them. Mrs. Racket, and all
the children, save Ruth, were waiting
for us in the dining room.
"Now sit down here, all o' ye, with
Michael Henry," aid the schoolmn'-
ter. "The little lady will he impa-
tient. I'll go and get her and God
help us to make her remember the
He was gone a momdet, only, when
he came hack e; ith Ruth in lovely
white dress and slippers and gay
with ribbons, and the silver beads of
Mary on her neek. We clapped our
bends and cheered and, in the excite-
ment of the moment, John tipped
over his drinking glass and shatter-
ed it on the floor.
"Never mind, my brave lad—no
Gless ever perished in a better cause.
od bless you!"
What a merry time we bast inspits? 1
of recurring thou is of Uncle tea 1
body and the 'black borne toiling over
the dark hills and flats in the rain
toward the lonely farm and the lone-
lier, beloved woman who awaited
bills! There wore many. shadows in
ss those
a woy
n't it?
and talked, and
the way of hap
after all, youth
0141 through
We ate and
the sound of ottt+ j+1;ugghter drowned
the ;Fry of the wind 'Its the chimney,
and the drumming '}at' the rain upon
the windows.
Ir the midst of 1 it ell' Mr. Backe ,
arose and topped his ` cos , with hie
spoon. you 'merryGod-blessed, poo -
bIe." he said. "Michael Henry has
ade me speak for biro;"
The sehoohnt<ater took out of his
pocketbook a' folded sheet of pa r.
As he opened it a little, golden, black
til pal feather fell upon the table.
"Look! here is a plume o" the gol;i-
en robin," the schoolmaster went on.
"Hc dropped it in our liarden yester-
day to lighten ship, I fancied, before
he left, the summer's work and pity
being ended. Ye should 'a' seen
Michael Henry when he looked at the
feather. How it tickled his fancy !
I gave him my thought about it.
"'Nay, father,' he answered. 'Have
ye forgotten that to -morrow is the
birthday o' our little Ruth? The bird
knew it and brought this gift to,her.
It is out o' the great old mines o' the
ski• which are the richest in the
world.' .
"Then these lines came off his
tongue, with no more hesitation a-
bout it than the bird has when he
sings his song on a bright summer
ntorning and I put them down to go
with Vie feather. Here they are now:
TO RUTH
"'Little lady, draw thy will
With this Golden Robin's quill—
Sun-stained, night -tipped, elfish thing
Symbol of thy magic wing!
"'Give to me thy fairy lands
And palacea, on silver sands.
Oh will to me, my heart implores,
'their alabaster walls and floors!
Their gates that ope on Paradise
Or earth, or Eden in a trice.
Give me thy title to the hours
That pass in fair Aladdin towers.
But most I'd prize thy heavenly art
To win and lead the stony heart.
Give these to me that solemn day
Thou'rt done with them, I humbly
pray.
"'Little lady, draw they will
With this Golden Robin's quill.'"
He bowed to our young guest and
kissed her hand and sa't down in the
midst of our cheering.
I remember well the delightful sad-
ness that came into my heart on the
musical voice of the reader. The
lines, simple as they were, opened a
new gate in my imagination beyond
which I heard often the sound r•f
music and flowing fountains and
caught glimpses, now and then, of
magic towers and walls of alabaster.
There had been no fairies in Lickity-
split. Two or three times I had come
upon fairy footprints in the books
which Mr. Wright had sent to .us, but
neither my aunt nor my uncle could
explain whence they came or the
nature of their errand.
Mr. Haeket allowed me to write
down the lines in my little diary of
events and expenses, from which I
have just copied them.
We sang and spoke pieces until 9
o'clock 'and then we older members
of the party fell to with Mrs. Hacket
and washed ' and dried the dishes and
put them away. -
Next morning my clothes, which
hath been hung by the kitchen stove,
were damp and wrinkled. Mr. Hack-
ett came to my room before I had
risen.
"Michael Henry would rather see
hi.: clothes hafting on a good boy
than on a nail in the closet," said he.
"Sure they give no comfort to the
nail at all."
"I guess mine are dry now," I
answered.
"They're wet and heady, boy. No
son o' Baldur could keep a light heart
in them. Sure ye'd be as much out
o' place as a sunbeam in a cave o'
hats. If ye care not for your own
comfort think o' the poor lad in the
green chair. He's that proud and
pleased to see them on ye it would
he a shame to reject his offer. Sure
if they were dry yer own garments
The
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Quality -
uality---
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nos
nos
exacting tastes.,
— Purity -- Flavor
AI! ..red.
would be goodnough, God knows,
:in Michael Hent lovas the look 0'
dye; ent is in these,1mtPwtogsn," arrd then the 'keel -
That evening be discovered a b'
stain, black as ink, on my coat and
trousers. Mr. Racket exp the
opinion that it !aught have comeom
the umbrella but I am quite 5U7e
that he had spotted them to save' me
from the last home-made suit I ever
wore, save in rough work, and keep
Michael Henry on my back. In any
event I wore them no more save at
chore time.
I began to make good progress in
n)y, studies that week and to observe
the affection with which Mr, Racket
was regarded in the school and vil-
lage. I remember that his eyes gave
out and had to be bandaged but the
boys and girls in his room iethaved
even ['otter than before. It was cur-
ious to observe Low the older one::
controlled the younger in that emerg-
ency.
Sally came and went, with the Wills
boys, and gave no heed to me. In
her eyes I had no more substance
than a ghost, it seemed to Me, al-
though I caught her, often looking
at ate. I judged that her father had
given her a bad report...of us and had
some regrets, in spite of my,knowl-
edge that we were right, although
they related mostly to Amos.
Next afternoon I saw Mr. Wright
and the President walking_ back and
forth on the bridge as they talked to-
gether. A number of men stood in
front of the blacksmith Shop, by the
river shore,watching them as I pass-
ed, on my way to the mill on an er-
rand, The two statesmen were in
broadcloth and white linen and beav-
er hats. They stopped as I approach-
ed them.
"Well, partner, we shall be leaving
in an hour or so," said Mr. Wright
as he gave me his hand. "You may-
look
aylook for me here soon after the close
of the session. T ke care of your -
and go often to see Mrs. Wright
and obey your captain and remember
me to your aunt and uncle."
"See that you keep coming, my
good boy," said the President as he
gave me his hand, with playful ref
erence, no doubt, to Mr. Wright's re-
mark that I was a coming. man.
"Bart, I've some wheat -to " be
threshed in the barn on the back lot,"
said the Senator as I was leaving%
them. "You can do it Saturdays, if
you care to, at a shilling an hour
Stack the street/ out-of-doors until
you've finished then ,¢ut it back in
the bay. Winnow theT wheat ciere-
fully . and sack it and bring it down
to the granary and I'll settle with you
when I return."
I remember that a number of men
who worked in Grimshaw's saw -mill
were passing as he spoke. -
"Yes, air, I answered, much elated
by the prospect of earning money.
I left with a feeling of keen dis-
appointment that I was to see so lit-
tle of my distinguished friend and -a
thought of the imperious errands of
men which put the broad reaches of
the earth between friend and friend.
I remember repeating to myself
the words of the Senator which be-
gan: "You may look for mo here
soon after the close of the session,'
in the tone in which he had said
then. As of old, I admired and tried
to imitate his dignity of speech and
bearing.
When I returned from the mill they
Mere gone.
'(Continued next week)
Miss Maud Boyden, unordained
minister of the Church of England,
has arrived in this country to deliver
a spiritual message to the American
people.
Children and grown-
, ups always agree oa
the pleasure of using
LwVAIIS
DiStiGHT
GrOILET SOAP
YELP HELPLESS BLIND
A Dominioe Charter, w!
subscription, was
for the establishment in the
Ottawa, of a Horace, Nursery
al and Kindergarten, for the
under six years of age, free, 110
from any province in the Dominica..
So fax . nothing has been done for
those poor unfortunates.
to reports received from the
Provincial authorities, there are at
Tpresheentlate nearly
Arthur 250 inPe befethe Domia manes.
bis death, chaimed thato"�
Home," at Cherie), ,Wood Engiatsd,
was "the only home in the Emgir n
for Blind Babies." It is hoped short-
ly to have the SECOND i Canada.'
To this end money is urgent' /equiv.
ed. Help us with your generous.
"Lest we forget; Do it now!"Cheqosa
`
should be made payable to the Ohl.'
adian Blind Babies Home Association.
Remittances will be promptly aeksow
ISA dress J. F.' McKINLEY, Tread
rarer, or C. BLACKEZT ROBINSON,
Cor. -Sec:, 188 Dufferin Road, Ottawa.
2872-10.
WHY BABIES CRY
It's often hard to find the trouble ,
—It may be teeth — it may be'
stomach—but oh ! so often it is
just a chafed irritated skin oxl
which poor Soap has been used.
The remedy for this is so simple!
Hours of suffering—night after
night of disturbance—have been
avoided by mothers, who have
.insisted on—Bubo's Own Soap.
Of course it costs a little=more,
a very little more, however—
than what is often bought and
used—but four generations of
Canadian Mothers are there to
vouch for its purity, for the
soothing healing effect on Baby's
delicate skin, for the lovely pure
flower fragrance it leaves when
Baby fresh and clean is taken
from his bath.
Don't you think, Madam, it's worth
paying- the ]5c. a cake, a little less if
you buy a box (1 cakes) which your
dealer asks for Baby's Own Soap. Adv.
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